| Song | Golden Age |
| Artist | TV on the Radio |
| Album | Golden Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| Heart beat soundin'. | |
| Ricocheting in their cage. | |
| Thought I'd lose my balance. | |
| With the grounds bounce and sway. | |
| And all this violence. | |
| And all this goes away. | |
| And the vibes that rise like. | |
| Fireflies illuminate our play. | |
| Some light being. | |
| Pulled you up from night’s party. | |
| Said clap your hands. | |
| If you think your soul is free. | |
| And the silence was astounding. | |
| 'cept some "Oh Lord!! Mercy Me's". | |
| And oh you can't stop what's comin' up. | |
| You’re never gonna stop gonna live it up. | |
| And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup. | |
| And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup!. | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there's a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round! | |
| Give it up. | |
| 'stead of grabbin’ for decay. | |
| What we viewed as gold. | |
| I believe pollutes this space. | |
| And its grace ascending. | |
| Like a snake up your tree. | |
| Up your happy ending understanding. | |
| All your s'pposed to be. | |
| Let it move right in. | |
| Let it kiss your face. | |
| Let it sow your skin. | |
| In perpetual embrace. | |
| Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter". | |
| Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter. | |
| Oh here it comes like a natural disaster. | |
| Ah blowin’ up like a ghetto blaster. | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there's a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!! | |
| Love, don't you falter. | |
| Burnin’ hearts. | |
| Dragged behind. | |
| The horses dancing on the altar. | |
| Hooves breakin' Gods. | |
| To diamond dust and stars. | |
| And there you are... | |
| Now we're all allowed to breathe. | |
| Walls dissolve. | |
| With the hunger and the greed. | |
| Move your body. | |
| You've got all you need. | |
| And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars. | |
| And oh here it comes and it's not so far. | |
| All light beings. | |
| Come on now make haste.. | |
| Clap your hands. | |
| If you think you're in the right place | |
| Thunder all surroundin'. | |
| Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding. | |
| Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin'. | |
| Never give it up you can feel it mountin'. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there's a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there's a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! |
| Heart beat soundin'. | |
| Ricocheting in their cage. | |
| Thought I' d lose my balance. | |
| With the grounds bounce and sway. | |
| And all this violence. | |
| And all this goes away. | |
| And the vibes that rise like. | |
| Fireflies illuminate our play. | |
| Some light being. | |
| Pulled you up from night' s party. | |
| Said clap your hands. | |
| If you think your soul is free. | |
| And the silence was astounding. | |
| ' cept some " Oh Lord!! Mercy Me' s". | |
| And oh you can' t stop what' s comin' up. | |
| You' re never gonna stop gonna live it up. | |
| And oh it' s gonna drop gonna fill your cup. | |
| And oh it' s gonna drop gonna fill your cup!. | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round! | |
| Give it up. | |
| ' stead of grabbin' for decay. | |
| What we viewed as gold. | |
| I believe pollutes this space. | |
| And its grace ascending. | |
| Like a snake up your tree. | |
| Up your happy ending understanding. | |
| All your s' pposed to be. | |
| Let it move right in. | |
| Let it kiss your face. | |
| Let it sow your skin. | |
| In perpetual embrace. | |
| Like I said " Love' s Light is Laughter". | |
| Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter. | |
| Oh here it comes like a natural disaster. | |
| Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster. | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!! | |
| Love, don' t you falter. | |
| Burnin' hearts. | |
| Dragged behind. | |
| The horses dancing on the altar. | |
| Hooves breakin' Gods. | |
| To diamond dust and stars. | |
| And there you are... | |
| Now we' re all allowed to breathe. | |
| Walls dissolve. | |
| With the hunger and the greed. | |
| Move your body. | |
| You' ve got all you need. | |
| And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars. | |
| And oh here it comes and it' s not so far. | |
| All light beings. | |
| Come on now make haste.. | |
| Clap your hands. | |
| If you think you' re in the right place | |
| Thunder all surroundin'. | |
| Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding. | |
| Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin'. | |
| Never give it up you can feel it mountin'. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! |
| Heart beat soundin'. | |
| Ricocheting in their cage. | |
| Thought I' d lose my balance. | |
| With the grounds bounce and sway. | |
| And all this violence. | |
| And all this goes away. | |
| And the vibes that rise like. | |
| Fireflies illuminate our play. | |
| Some light being. | |
| Pulled you up from night' s party. | |
| Said clap your hands. | |
| If you think your soul is free. | |
| And the silence was astounding. | |
| ' cept some " Oh Lord!! Mercy Me' s". | |
| And oh you can' t stop what' s comin' up. | |
| You' re never gonna stop gonna live it up. | |
| And oh it' s gonna drop gonna fill your cup. | |
| And oh it' s gonna drop gonna fill your cup!. | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round! | |
| Give it up. | |
| ' stead of grabbin' for decay. | |
| What we viewed as gold. | |
| I believe pollutes this space. | |
| And its grace ascending. | |
| Like a snake up your tree. | |
| Up your happy ending understanding. | |
| All your s' pposed to be. | |
| Let it move right in. | |
| Let it kiss your face. | |
| Let it sow your skin. | |
| In perpetual embrace. | |
| Like I said " Love' s Light is Laughter". | |
| Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter. | |
| Oh here it comes like a natural disaster. | |
| Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster. | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| Ah here it comes, bring it faster! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!! | |
| Love, don' t you falter. | |
| Burnin' hearts. | |
| Dragged behind. | |
| The horses dancing on the altar. | |
| Hooves breakin' Gods. | |
| To diamond dust and stars. | |
| And there you are... | |
| Now we' re all allowed to breathe. | |
| Walls dissolve. | |
| With the hunger and the greed. | |
| Move your body. | |
| You' ve got all you need. | |
| And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars. | |
| And oh here it comes and it' s not so far. | |
| All light beings. | |
| Come on now make haste.. | |
| Clap your hands. | |
| If you think you' re in the right place | |
| Thunder all surroundin'. | |
| Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding. | |
| Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin'. | |
| Never give it up you can feel it mountin'. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and. | |
| Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! | |
| The age of miracles. | |
| The age of sound. | |
| Well there' s a Golden Age. | |
| Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!!!! |